“What are we looking at?”
“Blackwell's girlfriend drank his Scotch.”
“She is not my girlfriend.”
“Left lipstick,” Drew adds.
Jalen peers down.
“Hot.”
“Red rose.”
“Hotter.”
“Shakespeare note.”
Jalen looks at me.
“You're screwed.”
“Apparently everyone has decided that.”
Drew claps Jalen's shoulder.
“And I saw her.”
That gets his attention.
“You did?”
“Blonde.”
Jalen looks at me.
“Vesper is blonde?”
“Maybe.”
Drew starts again.
“Big blue eyes. Tan. Malibu hair. Expensive dress. Big—”
“Enough.”
Jalen grins.
“Oh.”
I hate both of them.
“Where did she go?”
Drew looks around.
“Gone.”
I scan exits.